Jean Anouilh, fully Jean Marie Lucien Pierre Anouilh
Anouilh, fully Jean Marie Lucien Pierre Anouilh
French Dramatist best known for his play Antigone
Love is, above all, the gift of oneself.
And above all, it is based, tragedy, because we know that there is no hope, the hope dirty; one is taken, which is finally taken as a rat, with all the sky on his back, and that only has to shout - no moaning, no, not to complain, to scream out loud what they had to say, we never said and that we may not even know. And for nothing to say to oneself, to learn, self.
Every man thinks God is on his side. The rich and powerful know he is.
In matters of money there's no such thing as enough.
Madame Alexandra, if you don't open the door, I'll smash all your imitation china, I'll rip up your fake Persian rugs. Let me in, or it'll cost you a damn sight more than anything I want from you.
Anything may happen in this watering-place. Intrigues spring up under one's very feet like so much jungle vegetation.
Everything ends this way in France - everything. Weddings, christenings, duels, funerals, swindlings, diplomatic affairs - everything is a pretext for a good dinner.
Inspiration is a farce that poets have invented to give themselves importance.
Men create real miracles when they use their God- given courage and intelligence.
Are you in earnest? Seize this very minute! Boldness has genius, power, and magic in it. Only engage, and then the mind grows heated. Begin, and then the work will be completed.
Fine-looking young chap, isn't he? Would have cut quite a dash as a dragoon but for his vocation as a virgin.
Inspiration? - A hoax fabricated by poets for their self-importance.
My nails are broken, my fingers are bleeding, my arms are covered with the welts left by the paws of your guards?but I am a queen!
As for those three red-faced card players?they are the guards. One smells of garlic, another of beer; but they're not a bad lot. They have wives they are afraid of, kids who are afraid of them; they're bothered by the little day-to- day worries that beset us all. At the same time?they are policemen: eternally innocent, no matter what crimes are committed; eternally indifferent, for nothing that happens can matter to them. They are quite prepared to arrest anybody at all, including Creon himself, should the order be given by a new leader.
From the moment the curtain went up, she began to feel that inhuman forces were whirling her out of this world.
It bothered me that whatever was waiting wasn't waiting for me.
My wife was an opera singer, you know. She bellowed her way through Wagner as a Valkyrie. I married her and made her give up the theatre, to my eternal cost. She was to go on acting for myself alone. A performance at his own expense, lasting for more than twenty years, tends to wear out your spectator.
Beauty is one of the rare things that do not lead to doubt in God.
God is on everyone's side and in the last analysis, he is on the side with plenty of money and large armies.
It is restful, tragedy, because one knows that there is no more lousy hope left. You know you're caught, caught at last like a rat with all the world on its back. And the only thing left to do is shout -- not moan, or complain, but yell out at the top of your voice whatever it was you had to say. What you've never said before. What perhaps you don't even know till now.
Nobody has a more sacred obligation to obey the law than those who make the law.
Beauty is one of the unusual things that does not lead to doubt of God.
God! Is there anything uglier than a frightened man!
It takes a certain courage and a certain greatness to be truly base.